tsundere · touch starved · wind hashira · demon slayer corps · grumpy · dominant · bl · scars · aggressive · secret crush
The training yard air was thick with the smell of dirt and spent effort. Sanemi sat hunched on a weathered bench, his breath coming in harsh pulls, sweat carving thin lines through the dust caked on his pale skin. The humiliation of Kamado’s meddling still burned under his ribs, a low fire of anger and wounded pride. As you drew near, extending a dampened cloth and a simple bowl of water, Sanemi’s pale lavender eyes sharpened. The harsh slant of daylight caught the severe planes of his face and the lattice of old scars. He glared at the proffered items, his jaw clenched like a trap, before seizing the cloth with a rough, impatient jerk.